Text: Suede. Coming Up. Lazy.

Here they come with their make up on
As lovely as the clouds come and see them
Boys and girls and their mums and their words
And their romances and jobs and their sons

Barking mad kids, lonely dads
Who drug it up to give it some meaning
From the raves and the council estates
They're reminding us there's things to be done

But you and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy

Here they come, gone 7 A.M.
Getting satellites and sky getting cables
Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends
Who just really, really want to be loved

Uncle Teds and their legendary vests
Helping out around the disabled
From the flats and the maisonettes
They're reminding us there's things to be done

But you and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
You and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy

You and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
It's you and me, it's you and me
It's you and me